This is a song about "Spilling coffee on my pants"

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

And'll lift you up, like the pants on urkel

Yeah come holla at your uncle

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

You're very attractive, and notice that