This is a song about "Shirt people"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

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

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt