This is a song about "Jeans"

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

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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Wears his jeans below his knees

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

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

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

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

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker