This is a song about "Emoji pants and shirts"

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

And i need you to show me love

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,

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

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,