This is a song about "Flid in my pants"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools

Your pants get hit with cancer

Shit i'm the the rapper

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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