This is a song about "Sweat pants"

Slippery though so watch your step, i can see your sweat,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Burst through the seams without breaking a sweat,

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Call me a clown but a week from now

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Your pants get hit with cancer

I don’t care where ya are

I'm a tiny pants goon

You can pick the next room

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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