This is a song about "Flannel shirts"

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

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,

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

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin