This is a song about "Robins jeans"

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

A full time sex slave, never find another

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans