This is a song about "Diss about skeet jeans"

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

My records sell, yes sir

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Don't realize this is a diss

That's why i shine like i does