This is a song about "Stupid shirt bitch"

Long as she come to me first

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

Really your so stupid

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

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

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,