This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

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

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

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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