This is a song about "Seeing a girl wearing leggings"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm a mean emcee seeing me smile is unlikely,

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Like chameleon, i adapt by wearing a disguise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Wearing nothing but a robe and a few jesus pieces,

Ive been wearing xl since i was a freshman

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them