Oh, these cursed phrases, these lies of language, under which people with meat in their bellies and whole shirts on their backs shelter themselves, and evade the responsibility of their brothers and sisters, empty of belly and without whole shirts on their backs.

I remember my mom bought me one of their shirts for Easter so that I could wear Helmut Lang for Easter. That was my first piece.

I like when people have Western style, but it’s throwback Seventies-ish. I like pearlsnap shirts and a bow-tie like the KFC man.

And he was offended at my show. Not by anything that I said, but because of the fact that now at the shows I started selling T-shirts and apparently, I didn’t have his size. Keep in mind, I go all the way up to five X on the T-shirts and he was like, “You don’t have my size.” I was like, “Dude, I didn’t know they made you! I have up to five X, I don’t have X!” A picture of a dinosaur on the back of the tag, you know?

The number 7 shirt is an honor and a responsibility. I hope it brings me a lot of luck.

I do not exchange my shirt with ASSASSINS

This shirt is ‘dry-clean only’… Which means it’s dirty.

I don’t wear the see-through shirts or anything too glittery. I come from that ’90s school of rap. Fitted caps, because I got a big head, so snapbacks don’t fit me right.