This is a song about "Designer shirt"

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

When i'm blown i can work proper

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

We left em a world that's cursed

With a shirt saying fuck the world.