This is a song about "Ripped hollister jeans"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

While scheming on hits

When i ripped the lyrics

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Everything ain't what it seems

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

My soul was ripped open, exposin the human inside

But it has been ripped off in layers,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,