This is a song about "4chan shirt designs"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Then i bet he be cracked

Pages.so.fast it's taking.my.mind for a whirl.

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

The lines i compose are divine, there created by my designs

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin