This is a song about "Split pants"

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Your pants get hit with cancer

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

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

Called it new generation and lickety split,

This is like love, that you can never get

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Split the earth like obi wan was split darth maul

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

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

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts