This is a song about "Spongejason smiley pants"

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

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

Attached like pants keepin casual

A criminal grind mean hustle

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Look at this girl her names miley we all used to call her smiley, now sutty is tossed around,

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one