This is a song about "4chan shirt designs"

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

They gon' love me for my ambition

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times