This is a song about "Shit my pants"

I'mma sign that work and release that

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

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

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I literally almost shit my pants/

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

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

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Look, just remember how that winning taste