This is a song about "Sagging"

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

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

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