This is a song about "Emoji pants"

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

To the same plant, and the same pants

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

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

Self made coming soon

I'm a tiny pants goon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon