This is a song about "Pissing my pants"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

But he don't rule a thing

This fucking bully shit is pissing

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Downtown am proudly pissing in the fountain shouting

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

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