This is a song about "In my pants"

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

She never ready to go so she forever come

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks