This is a song about "Blue jeans"

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

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

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

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

And she throws up whatever she eats

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Until your face turns blue

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through