This is a song about "Long jeans"

Got tired of running from the police

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Cant you see the true religion jeans

And she throws up whatever she eats

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats