This is a song about "Flannel 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

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

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

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing