This is a song about "Long pants"

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

My sim card's the bomb

My choppa strap too long

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

A criminal grind mean hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches