This is a song about "Robbin jeans"

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

And i just want to hold her

Robbin' emcees blind of skill, now he's poppin' shit off,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Like jeans in the summer, oh what a bummer, i wonder

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,