This is a song about "Pooping your pants"

Attached like pants keepin casual

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Pull up yo pants, take off your belt cause you ain't shit, flush you down the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

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

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To the same plant, and the same pants