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

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

These endorphins are spilling in to my brain

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

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