This is a song about "My black shirt and pants"

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

This a different motor man better go to work

Bet everything you're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Everyday is a new story, pick up my rosary, and turn my shirt around like rotary,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt