This is a song about "In my pants"

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I literally almost shit my pants/

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

I need some reasons see cuz it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

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