This is a song about "Skinny matteo"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Like, "there's nothing in this world that tastes as good as skinny feels!"

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Pose, click, pose, click

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o