This is a song about "Putting pants on"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Without even putting anything on his dick,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Putting on a smile , hiding my pain but is only for awhile.