This is a song about "Retro shirt"

She probably had a reason though

Roaming the streets wearing retro

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Then i bet he be cracked

Got my shirt off the club too packed

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

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

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon