This is a song about "Putting pants on"

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

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

And everything is purple

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

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Without even putting anything on his dick,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Putting rap on life support, it needs a medic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick