This is a song about "Shorts"

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

We have nothing in common

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs