This is a song about "Shitting your pants"

On your back like i'm acne, shit your pants like i'm flax seed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Im rippin the game you have your pants at your heels

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Attached like pants keepin casual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands