This is a song about "Fritz jeans"

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Rhythmic repetition, causes seismographs to fritz

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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