This is a song about "Wrecked jeans"

And its just another family thats already been wrecked

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Baby, you know who you are

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Im grammatically correct your bars are tragically wrecked,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Get u all wrecked beginning of a new era

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets