This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

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

Can barely walk the city streets

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Lyrics are precisely picked, so watch as competitors get ripped

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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