This is a song about "I shit my pants"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Listen, this is my shit. and while i buy shit

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

I literally almost shit my pants/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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