This is a song about "Tight shirt"

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Bitch cuz amma fuck u tight

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

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

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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