This is a song about "Pants"

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one