This is a song about "Diss about skeet jeans"

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Cause you are on the diss,

Cause ignorance is bliss

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Can barely walk the city streets

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

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Wears his jeans below his knees

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl