This is a song about "White shirt"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

But i murder him first

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

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

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Pants up and shirt tucked in,the nerdy version

That we picked up at the last concert

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work