This is a song about "Applebottom jeans"

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Get blown like lawn leaves

I hit your block and we can box for fun

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Cause there'll never be peace

Wears his jeans below his knees

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits