This is a song about "Flid in my pants"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

I think it excited her

Your pants get hit with cancer

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit