This is a song about "Split pants"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

A criminal grind mean hustle

Attached like pants keepin casual

I literally almost shit my pants/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands