This is a song about "Wrecked jeans"

Can barely walk the city streets

I got a hulck in ma jeans

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

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

You act so gangster and hood but really you're too wrecked

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

All you wanna do is get that stick

Shit you're wrecked it's a perfect victory

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Cant you see the true religion jeans

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Get u all wrecked beginning of a new era