This is a song about "Creased jeans"

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

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

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Everything ain't what it seems

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

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket