This is a song about "Mackenzie reading an article about yoga pants"

Your pants get hit with cancer

How simple they are

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Its about time i put this to an end

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your pants get hit with cancer

I call her, no answer

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

I'm a tiny pants goon

She do it with no hands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Write something worth reading

But he don't rule a thing