This is a song about "Fritz jeans"

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

That'll do anything that i please

Wears his jeans below his knees

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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