This is a song about "Tight jeans"

Security is tight

But if i die tonight

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm everything that they call nice

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

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

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Attempt to scream but nothing-nope, tightened tight,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You just do your thing chick