This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Pooping - having a blast,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I got rich from a little struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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