This is a song about "Green shirt"

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Because i smoke on the green

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

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

It's roc nation, this my team

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn