This is a song about "Frozen nipples in a tottenham hotspur replica shirt"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I need yo nipples in my life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

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

Wolf shirt stuntin like kassem g, you ain't met a motherfucker bad as me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality