This is a song about "Ripped hollister jeans"

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Malcolm x, by any means

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

When i ripped the lyrics

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Why me, i say it cause we number one

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight