This is a song about "Sweat pants"

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

They can't break my concentration

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

It's over, she got colder, now

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Attached like pants keepin casual

Shout out them strippers who hustle