This is a song about "Jizz in my pants"

We getting money, you can face the facts

I literally almost shit my pants/

Than i jizz once again but this time in her and she says fuck, and i scream shit,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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