This is a song about "Pull up your pants"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

And'll lift you up, like the pants on urkel

Inhale my color purple

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Pull your eyes out the back sockets