This is a song about "Pads and tampons"

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

And get it again and again

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

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

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats