This is a song about "Fucking with my pants on"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your pants get hit with cancer

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Bitch hop on my fucking d

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

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