This is a song about "Shitting your pants"

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual

Your pants get hit with cancer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

Hoping my information, alleviates the hesitiationi can see it clearly now