This is a song about "Your shirt is too bright"

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Where everything is perfect and your smile is shining bright

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Got my shirt off the club too packed

That's why they can't mess up my flow

My pee is bright yellow

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

Time is complicated, but spontaneous and simple too

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Bitch, i might make you my baby