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

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

Never seen you as lyrical

You saying you want coffee

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

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