This is a song about "Emoji pants and shirts"

So dunn stay silent

We dont got our shirts scrunched

I'm a tiny pants goon

Self made coming soon

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I literally almost shit my pants/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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