This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

When you hit rock bottom

So keep fronting till my peeps come

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

We have nothing in common

And imma do it till the bottom

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Everything ain't what it seems

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Wears his jeans below his knees