This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

The cat's not lyin', got hot raps. hawaiian.

When they here today what you say to them

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,

A twenty somethin cup

We dont got our shirts scrunched

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

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