This is a song about "Hawaiian shirts"

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,

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

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

We dont got our shirts scrunched

So dunn stay silent

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing