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

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

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

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

To start off i got more props than you so back off

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail