This is a song about "Hitlers pants"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

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

I'm a tiny pants goon

Self made coming soon

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases