This is a song about "Flid in my pants"

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

I need some reasons see cuz it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Kick in the pants, ass hurts, take that risk before its worse

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping