This is a song about "Diss about skeet jeans"

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Wears his jeans below his knees

And all my childhood memories

They are the coaches in this

Cause you are on the diss,

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems