This is a song about "High water pants"

As i walk on water

The only time i flirt with her

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

If you wanna drink, drink bottled water

And that i spent the night with her

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

This is walter, fresh above the water

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands