This is a song about "Smelly pants"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

My records sell, yes sir

Your pants get hit with cancer

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks