This is a song about "Diss about skeet jeans"

Spit a poem or a diss

Well, we are the roses

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Everything ain't what it seems

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Wears his jeans below his knees

Cause there could never be peace

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

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

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,