This is a song about "Dropped drink on my shirt"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Well, at least this may be my last drink

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

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

With a little bit of passion

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

I'm on an emotional roller coaster with no shirt