This is a song about "American stitch jeans"

You might want to bring a stitch

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

This is american pie unrated,

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I wont trust even a sweater to hold a stitch.

And american music shows.

X's and o's, you must be the rose