This is a song about "Pants"

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

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

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I'm a tiny pants goon

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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Your pants get hit with cancer

See, i like the person that you are

Attached like pants keepin casual

Lady at the frank stand will