This is a song about "Pants"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks