This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Can barely walk the city streets

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

When you hit rock bottom

I pop one, you pop one