This is a song about "Sag my pants"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Which is the root of all negative

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

I'm a tiny pants goon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret