This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

Know it good when she go no hands

I literally almost shit my pants/

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

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

If u keep takin dollars out they 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