This is a song about "Proud pants"

Pop it back stick it out

Damn, papa i know you ain't proud

See boy she been in love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Your pants get hit with cancer

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Walked across the stage, my family's proud

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I literally almost shit my pants/

I never fell down and i’m always proud

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

But i’m proud to call her mine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine