This is a song about "A sweatshirt"

A boy without a father now you know that's a crime

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Yeah, she got her ownhey, gorgeous

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

But, justin you wouldn't have the hood behind you if you wearing a sweatshirt

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Its gonna be a a test

Hold up yea we the best

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium