This is a song about "No pants"

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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Attached like pants keepin casual

Got to the end of the tunnel

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

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

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm a tiny pants goon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

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

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants