This is a song about "Levi jeans"

Got tired of running from the police

Wears his jeans below his knees

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Same thing with this music

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here