This is a song about "High water pants"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Times left in sode water

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I refresh myself with water

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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I'm a tiny pants goon