This is a song about "Shit my pants"

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Pull up yo pants, take off your belt cause you ain't shit, flush you down the

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

We getting money, you can face the facts

I literally almost shit my pants/

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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