This is a song about "Shit my pants"

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Bitch you should see my wallet

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

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

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

I call her, no answer

Your pants get hit with cancer