This is a song about "Tight jeans on you"

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Can barely walk the city streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

You aint tight cause you like it right

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

I'mma watch you finish in a minute my rap is tight

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

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