This is a song about "Green shirt"

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Thought police, your mind's not green.

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt

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

Tummy hungry for the dull green

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

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

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Fire on my mind like im green

Man this life is but a dream

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks