This is a song about "Smelly pants"

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

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

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

I'mma sign that work and release that

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

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

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Your pants get hit with cancer

So that don't even matter

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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