This is a song about "Denim shorts"

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

I hit your block and we can box for fun

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

Shout out my nigga miles

Bet i get like 8 of them

Face blue, comparable to denim

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Smacking them out their denim

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box