This is a song about "Pen and pad"

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

So screw my pad and pen i need to get my ass back to the computer again

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

The third one is mixed, white and black

Go buy yourself a pen 'n a pad,

Might as well hand em a gun if you give him the pen and pad

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Yes it's me again i'm putting the pen to the pad,

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You need more than a pen 'n pad and ya disco set,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Dropping this pen to pad trying stay on topic