This is a song about "Diss fake jeans"

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Don't realize this is a diss

Word go get the bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Got racks you don’t understand

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal