This is a song about "Panties"

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Now i ain't actually droppin' panties but you don't have to be mad at me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

They're panties melt when they see me smiling

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Make the ladies' panties fog

Don’t like to see when she talk