This is a song about "Celtic 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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Your pants get hit with cancer

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual