This is a song about "Sagging pants"

Well, that's what you are

Your pants get hit with cancer

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

I got a green bag with them blue strands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Know it good when she go no hands

I literally almost shit my pants/

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Attached like pants keepin casual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel