This is a song about "Creased jeans"

Wears his jeans below his knees

That'll do anything that i please

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Can barely walk the city streets

I got a hulck in ma jeans

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

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

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

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

And she throws up whatever she eats

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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