This is a song about "Blue jeans"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

And bijies like im out and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

In private, not public in the streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Everything ain't what it seems

I be stuck to you

Your aura, royal blue,