This is a song about "Sagging pants"

Flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Attached like pants keepin casual

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

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands