This is a song about "Cycling shorts"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

I wonder so often