This is a song about "Checkered shirts"

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,