This is a song about "Smelly pants"

You told me god was the answer

Your pants get hit with cancer

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

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

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

The fish was kinda smelly

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Attached like pants keepin casual

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Know it good when she go no hands