This is a song about "Yoga pants"

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

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

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Attached like pants keepin casual

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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