This is a song about "T shirt"

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

And it rules everything around them

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Yeah, the sex in the sack

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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

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

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work