This is a song about "I sag my pants until my ass shows"

And i don't rely on no bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

But if i had just kept my head up my ass

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

That just shows my god is bigger

To the homestead suites to drink liquor