This is a song about "Off brand shirt"

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

But it was africa the continent we all came from

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

And i can write a hook fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Silent momentman, i been missing you

Walk off the scene with my brand fuckin new

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Measurable lifespan we made. the scan shows a brand, tanned,

Wow aint that right now do a twirl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)