This is a song about "Lilly pads"

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

These rappers with pads,got it all but don't write

Pride comes before the fall,so i pray i land on pads, cause im still human

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

You good man, we don't want you

Lilly allen you jump in to

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands