This is a song about "Pooping my pants"

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I literally almost shit my pants/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm popping rubber bands

To the same plant, and the same pants

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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