This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To the same plant, and the same pants

Going broke, no sir

Your pants get hit with cancer

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

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

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

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Your pants get hit with cancer

You know...you know who you are