This is a song about "Robin s jeans jordans"

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

I think it excited her

And she throws up whatever she eats

When wearing super skinny jeans.