This is a song about "Jizz in my pants"

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

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

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Carolina where i made it from

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Kick in the pants, ass hurts, take that risk before its worse

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done