This is a song about "I just crapped my pants"

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Tested my mettle just because i wouldn't settle

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

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

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

I literally almost shit my pants/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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