This is a song about "Shit my pants"

On your back like i'm acne, shit your pants like i'm flax seed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

Baby im on my other shit,

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry