This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

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

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

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,