This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Yo we get the dank and bounce

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

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

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

Sweatin' me like headband

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand