This is a song about "Shirt"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

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

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

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

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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