This is a song about "Dirty pants"

She sees the world through a dirty window

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

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

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

And panned out, i'm all in love

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands