This is a song about "Skinny jeans"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Wears his jeans below his knees

Got tired of running from the police

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

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