This is a song about "Diss about skeet jeans"

We all dream one day we kings and queens

Cant you see the true religion jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Spit a poem or a diss

And maybe cupid won't miss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl