This is a song about "Putting pants on"

I ask mr. west for a lil bit of hope realize us new niggas gotta get it ourself

We care about is ourselves and, we putting away everyone else on a shelf

I literally almost shit my pants/

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

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

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

The beat equals the flow, one minute fast then one minute slow, putting these bars on show

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Putting rap on life support, it needs a medic