This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

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

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Malcolm x, by any means

But it has been ripped off in layers,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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