This is a song about "Creased jeans"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

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

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats