This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

To the same plant, and the same pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual

Know it good when she go no hands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Get my taste from all of my bitches

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice