This is a song about "All white polo self titled jeans"

I ride an all white bike

And if i want to go outside

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans