This is a song about "Applebottom jeans"

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

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Witty?please, im a sick fuck / filthy needs, even leavin' billies jeans ripped up!

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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