This is a song about "Who pooped in my pants"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants