This is a song about "Kitten pants"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I pipe in and one night her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

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

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I'm a tiny pants goon

I'm popping rubber bands

To the same plant, and the same pants