This is a song about "Nike shirt"

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

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

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Got my shirt off the club too packed