This is a song about "Pads and tampons"

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And like to boast and brag

Sneak up on attack

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Chain withdrawn when we not together

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

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