This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

When they here today what you say to them

But pride come before the fall, bikini bottom

And imma do it till the bottom

Carolina where i made it from

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

When you hit rock bottom

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Cant you see the true religion jeans

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,