This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

Miami nights, ain't another one

And imma do it till the bottom

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

When wearing super skinny jeans.

But pride come before the fall, bikini bottom

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

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

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Most of them niggas dumb

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans