This is a song about "Emoji pants and shirts"

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

Know it good when she go no hands

I literally almost shit my pants/

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

As i light one for ill will

Attached like pants keepin casual

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools

She do it with no hands

To the same plant, and the same pants