This is a song about "Robins jeans"

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

From the projects to the penthouse

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Malcolm x, by any means

I got a hulck in ma jeans

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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