This is a song about "Shit my pants"

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

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

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To the same plant, and the same pants

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Your pants get hit with cancer

Took the van, went snatch her

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size