This is a song about "Skinny jeans"

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Skinny dipper,yeah she got a temper,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

So drop the slam and let's get sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick