This is a song about "Fritz jeans"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm everything that they call nice

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

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

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

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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