This is a song about "Sagging"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And getting money is the song i sing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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