This is a song about "Emoji pants and shirts"

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I'm popping rubber bands

To the same plant, and the same pants

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Know it good when she go no hands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches