This is a song about "I creamed my pants"

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east