This is a song about "Hawaiian 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,

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Grown men never should bite their tongue

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

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Course not, i'm big like horse nut