This is a song about "Flid in my pants"

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging