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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I will demolish everyone who gets in the way of my solace.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands