This is a song about "Jeans"

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

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

A clever idea to take something they said

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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