This is a song about "Fat pants"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual

Attached like pants keepin casual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

All the time with this glock of mines

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Pass that, catch back, fast that

We getting money, you can face the facts

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

There's crack, there's crack

You said also i was fat

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places