This is a song about "Grandpa pants"

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

No one notice your struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks