This is a song about "I shit my pants"

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Pull up yo pants, take off your belt cause you ain't shit, flush you down the

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

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

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

I get my points across and say shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit