This is a song about "Pants"

No one notice your struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

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

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

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

My nigga, its all love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit