This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

With two chicks, sadistic

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Can barely walk the city streets

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

And she throws up whatever she eats

When wearing super skinny jeans.

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

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

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