This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room

As i light one for ill will

Attached like pants keepin casual

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands