This is a song about "Robbin jeans"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Keep the bitches on my dick

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Wears his jeans below his knees

Automatic kill for pennies

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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