You walk up to me

And spit your slick line

You tell me I'm what

You've been looking for all your life

But something tells me

To look down

And your pants are hanging down

All I can say is, "Pull your pants up, son"

When I turn around

And continue on my way

You attempt to step up your game

And claim that you

Could take care of me

But with your jeans

Around your knees

You can't do nothing for me

As I get closer to my door

I look out the corner of my eye

And see you running up behind

Talking about how much

Dough you holding

How much dope you smoking

If you really thinking

I'mma waist my time on you

I got goals to reach

And people to teach

Bills to pay

A son to raise

So all you can do

Is let me tell you

What your mama shoulda

Get out my face...and pull your damn pants up