This is a song about "T shirt"

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

Before a nigga finish put in the work

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Westside, bitch i run mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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