This is a song about "Tight shirt"

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

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

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for