This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

Pooping - having a blast,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

Attached like pants keepin casual

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

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

If u keep takin dollars out they pants