This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Lyrics are precisely picked, so watch as competitors get ripped

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I bet you hear that white music

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

That we can't forget the past

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee's tits off

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

We all dream one day we kings and queens

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

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

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