This is a song about "Shitting your pants"

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

As i light one for ill will

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

You're very attractive, and notice that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

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

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Your pants get hit with cancer

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

And i need you to show me love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,