This is a song about "4chan shirt designs"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

The only time i flirt with her

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

Long as she come to me first

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

After i saw his body, i swear i was gonna hurl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Got my shirt off the club too packed

That we can't forget the past