This is a song about "Shitting my pant"

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Spitting the venom while shitting within em, until they soul need a enema

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Okay then baby, let's take flight, don't pant or rant

She never ready to go so she forever come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap