This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Whole time, a little more girls

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

We dont got our shirts scrunched