This is a song about "My pad"

Let it be known, i'm king and this pad is my thrown

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Yo my name is deezy, i'm the best rapper from rap pad.

Rap pad was forever haunted

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This is why her nigga mad

Work hard with the pen and pad

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars