This is a song about "True religion jeans and some jordans"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

They think i'm just some cracker who can't even get an a in religion.

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Or some treatment in religion

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Wait now that is some true summer madness

I call em up, they might fall through

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Can barely walk the city streets

You way afraid, and your religion founded the kkk,

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader