This is a song about "Skinny jeans"

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I dropped another classic

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it