This is a song about "Smelly pants"

Your pants get hit with cancer

How the fuck a deal matter

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

To the same plant, and the same pants

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I got a green bag with them blue strands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

And i feared that my fans say i failed