This is a song about "Shits pants"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Shits getting serious.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual

Say bye bye to her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And everyone said that shits disgusting

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Na no one ever gave her little shits