This is a song about "Shit your pants"

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

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

I literally almost shit my pants/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

It's all good, finna dog that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Your pants get hit with cancer

I call her, no answer

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

To the same plant, and the same pants