This is a song about "Checkered shirts"

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

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

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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,

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Course not, i'm big like horse nut