This is a song about "Pants"

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Your pants get hit with cancer

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist