This is a song about "Ripped jeans"

In private, not public in the streets

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

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

My soul was ripped open, exposin the human inside

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

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

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

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

No sweat like a headband

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

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