This is a song about "I sag my clothes"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

And smacked her so hard i knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Actions sometimes but i paint on hit fucking trying clothes they still don't fit

I swear if you lettem take your clothes then yeah they'd prbly take it.

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Supposedly because i sag,they call me a fag that wants it in the ass but to me its jus trash......

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

And smacked her so hard i knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes