This is a song about "Shitting your pants"

I need a little room

I'm a tiny pants goon

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Pull up yo pants, take off your belt cause you ain't shit, flush you down the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Your pants get hit with cancer

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

But i guess that shit's just tough love