This is a song about "Khakis"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Wearin' forever 21, while we're just wearin' khakis

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave