This is a song about "Smelly pants"

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Something worth dying for

Your pants get hit with cancer

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

And her smile lit up the room

I'm a tiny pants goon

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste