This is a song about "In my pants"

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done