This is a song about "I got my shirt off"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

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

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

I wanna be the best but i got to get this shit off my chest

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

I got voices screamin in my head,then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off