This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

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

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

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

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

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

So dunn stay silent

We dont got our shirts scrunched

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from