This is a song about "Sagging pants"

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Know it good when she go no hands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm popping rubber bands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Attached like pants keepin casual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will