This is a song about "Still sag my pants can dance"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I literally almost shit my pants/

Know it good when she go no hands

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

But every night, i can still roll through my trailer park

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands