This is a song about "Celtic pants"

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

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

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual

I got a green bag with them blue strands

To the same plant, and the same pants

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one