This is a song about "Plaid shirt"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Suck my dick and behave. that's how i like to be plaid.

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

And just looked at the whole situation

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man