This is a song about "Calebs nans panties"

Droppin' shields like panties cause she wants the d

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

They're panties melt when they see me smiling

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please

Only real niggas stay on top

Make the ladies' panties fog

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen