This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

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

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

Can barely walk the city streets

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Little more weed, first class seats

Then the next we brush rock bottom

All the girls really want is fun

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

Cant you see the true religion jeans

And imma do it till the bottom

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come