This is a song about "Robbin jeans"

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I start to think it's all planned

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Malcolm x, by any means

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

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

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

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here