This is a song about "Designer shirt"

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

Bet everything you're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan