This is a song about "Robin jeans with the foamposites"

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

My garage full of cars that bounce

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Get more nasty ass than robin thicke when miley was twerkin it

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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