This is a song about "Cycling shorts"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

They'll have to rename this one

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

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

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