This is a song about "Cycling shorts"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And you can tell everyone

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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