This is a song about "Pads"

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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