This is a song about "Giving up your jeans to homeless"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Just hustling you understand

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Witty?please, im a sick fuck / filthy needs, even leavin' billies jeans ripped up!

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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