This is a song about "Jeans"

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

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

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

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

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

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

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

That i will leave earth with her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

In private, not public in the streets

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Get grand slam fans out of they seats