This is a song about "Flannel shirts"

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

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

We dont got our shirts scrunched

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,

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