This is a song about "Applebottom jeans"

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

And i ain't frontin for her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater