This is a song about "Yellow shirt"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

This a different motor man better go to work

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

That we picked up at the last concert