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

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I just wanna be higher than that

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down 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

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his