This is a song about "Jizz in my pants"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks