This is a song about "I creamed my pants"

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Attached like pants keepin casual

As i light one for ill will

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

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

You barely got ya pants above ya knees, i mean i'm ova here like "please, lawd, please!"

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands