This is a song about "My lack of pants"

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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