This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Same thing with this music

Big serg, we ready for whatever

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Little more weed, first class seats

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Then the next we brush rock bottom

....from the bottom came up...

A twenty somethin cup