This is a song about "Shirt people"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Wolf shirt stuntin like kassem g, you ain't met a motherfucker bad as me

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Everyday is a new story, pick up my rosary, and turn my shirt around like rotary,