This is a song about "Beau cum pants"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

You told me god was the answer

Your pants get hit with cancer

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Your pants get hit with cancer

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Blood of a man cum laude

And i don't want