This is a song about "Purple shirt and yoga pants"

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

We don't believe you, you need more people

Soak in the blue, till it turned purple

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work