This is a song about "Tight shirt"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Spitting my flow everyone saying it's tight

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

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

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Got my shirt off the club too packed

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

Stand up misses i love your ambition

And if i want to go outside

Bitch cuz amma fuck u tight

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young