This is a song about "Shit my pants"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Bring the battering ram where you live

As i light one for ill will

Attached like pants keepin casual

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Your pants get hit with cancer

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

How bout we blow this bit

To the same plant, and the same pants

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps