This is a song about "Yoga pants and tuna"

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

See boy she been in love

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I literally almost shit my pants/

Know it good when she go no hands

Attached like pants keepin casual

No one notice your struggle

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,