This is a song about "My lack of pants"

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

You lack proper means of comparison,

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Financially secure and happily thankful for my sanity, lack of vanity,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

So give credit to my lack of ethics as you're dropping your jaws.

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/