This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

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,

So dunn stay silent

We dont got our shirts scrunched

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

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

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 smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

Top ranked, number one my son