This is a song about "T shirts"

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Then the world ain't no trick no more

You don;t thin anymore

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined