This is a song about "Checkered shirts"

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

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

We dont got our shirts scrunched

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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