This is a song about "Smelly pants"

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The fish was kinda smelly

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

I'm a tiny pants goon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon