This is a song about "Jeans"

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

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

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

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats