This is a song about "Shirt people"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record