This is a song about "Muscle shirt"

It hurts, the worst hurt like gettin burnt beneath your shirt crease,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

I'm on an emotional roller coaster with no shirt

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home