This is a song about "My pants"

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I'm a tiny pants goon

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

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