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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Cant you see the true religion jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My name is christopher, landed and titled

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce