This is a song about "My lack of pants"

And in the lack of my answers i am left with but one thing,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I literally almost shit my pants/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Lack of education and ignorance's the same thang,

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste