This is a song about "Green shirt"

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I'm on an emotional roller coaster with no shirt

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

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

Ambition, pardon my ambition

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

And i put you on the team

People wonder why grass is green,

You aint wantin the green,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt