This is a song about "Pants"

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

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

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

I literally almost shit my pants/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

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

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm like roots, you a new shovel