This is a song about "Yoga pants"

I'll put you in a coma shoot you in yoga you drink dicks like cola...

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

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

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants