This is a song about "Sagging pants"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

A criminal grind mean hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Know it good when she go no hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

To the same plant, and the same pants

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

In the caravan with some latin bitches

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million