This is a song about "Louis vuitton shirt"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I'm on an emotional roller coaster with no shirt

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

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Got my shirt off the club too packed

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips