This is a song about "Sweat pants"

But i won't break a sweat.

God bless the dead

I got rich from a little struggle

Attached like pants keepin casual

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I need to hurry up now

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I don't know what happened next but i began to sweat.

Cause he wouldn't give anybody a fuck and would bleed sweat

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head