This is a song about "Yoga pants"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your pants get hit with cancer

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,