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

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

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

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming