This is a song about "Ellesse t shirt"

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

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

Third ward general, young cash money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

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

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Who's on my line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!