This is a song about "Stretchy pants"

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I'm a tiny pants goon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

As i light one for ill will

Attached like pants keepin casual

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Have a party at my funeral

And'll lift you up, like the pants on urkel

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your pants get hit with cancer