This is a song about "Applebottom jeans"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Cant you see the true religion jeans

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Can barely walk the city streets

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

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

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

Teach you how to rope a chick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick