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

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I got rich from a little struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Your pants get hit with cancer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

About problems that are irrelevant yet feel like an elephant

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I literally almost shit my pants/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Ships that sail to distant places