This is a song about "Sagging"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing