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

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Know that it’s god working

On my fucking dick, it's jerking

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

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

And i don't rely on no bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I thought it'd get better but

Still fucking suck on my left nut

And'll lift you up, like the pants on urkel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your pants get hit with cancer

Say bye bye to her

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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