This is a song about "My shirt"

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,