This is a song about "Putting pants on"

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

Collect the heads of foes and then im putting all their domes on stakes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I'm putting simplest ways and i'm smoking on that haze

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field