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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I just write that right by a mic stand

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Never giving up cos your my motivation

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Giving it your all to no avail,

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail