This is a song about "Pants"

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

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

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

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses