This is a song about "Ripped pants"

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

He can sing, not ripped apart,

So rest your weary heart

I'm a tiny pants goon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Lyrics are precisely picked, so watch as competitors get ripped

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

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