This is a song about "Sagging"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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