This is a song about "Yoga pants"

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Your pants get hit with cancer

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

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I literally almost shit my pants/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,