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

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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