This is a song about "Pooped pants"

To the same plant, and the same pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

And i just want to hold her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I got a green bag with them blue strands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual