This is a song about "Sweater vest"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

You're the worse east to west need a a hundred vest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

If i become the best, then i'll always carry a vest

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

If you'll battle around you'll need a real vest

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie