This is a song about "Same pants"

Attached like pants keepin casual

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I literally almost shit my pants/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants