This is a song about "Ripped hollister jeans"

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

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Witty?please, im a sick fuck / filthy needs, even leavin' billies jeans ripped up!

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Inferior, but i'm nice

Wears his jeans below his knees

When i ripped the lyrics

Look, i tried to call it quits

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

About disaster in the world and

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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