This is a song about "My pants"

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Your pants get hit with cancer

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous