This is a song about "Creased jeans"

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

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

Can barely walk the city streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Cause after all the lights and screams

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

No sweat like a headband

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

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