This is a song about "Emoji pants"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

I literally almost shit my pants/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith