This is a song about "T shirt"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They say i talk like im god body

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man