This is a song about "Tight shirt"

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

It hurts, the worst hurt like gettin burnt beneath your shirt crease,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt

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

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Spitting my flow everyone saying it's tight

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

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