This is a song about "Jizz in my pants"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I literally almost shit my pants/

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version