This is a song about "I pissed my pants"

I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I was pissed off enough

It's just textbook stuff

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

I will kick you autta my battle if you pissed me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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