This is a song about "Checkered shirts"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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