This is a song about "Retro shirt"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt