This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

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

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Who know this be the life that i really live

Attached like pants keepin casual

A criminal grind mean hustle

Your pants get hit with cancer

Took the van, went snatch her

To the same plant, and the same pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands