This is a song about "Jeans"

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Cant you see the true religion jeans

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats