This is a song about "Your pant"

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

And the v12, that's on various trips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Soon as the stooly sings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

Your on fire.. your on fire

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,