This is a song about "Creased jeans"

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

Chain withdrawn when we not together

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Get blown like lawn leaves

I got a hulck in ma jeans

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet