This is a song about "Pads"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

This is everything that we call hype

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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