This is a song about "Jeans"

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Like jeans in the summer, oh what a bummer, i wonder

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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