This is a song about "Shitting my pant"

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

This is my original, my validation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

My words are my rhythm

He’s tha only one