This is a song about "Skinny jeans"

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Pain, he's ready for whatever

My garage full of cars that bounce

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

A skinny asian who wears chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.