This is a song about "Shit my pants"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

No one notice your struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places