This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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,

A twenty somethin cup

We dont got our shirts scrunched

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

If you wanted a date, don't come

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