This is a song about "My shirt"

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

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

This a different motor man better go to work

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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