This is a song about "Jeans"

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

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

You just do your thing chick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

We all dream one day we kings and queens

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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