This is a song about "Ripped pants"

He can sing, not ripped apart,

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

I said i'm hurting her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I'm a tiny pants goon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

And i don't rely on no bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith