This is a song about "Shirts"

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

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

Got one, got two, three, four girls

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

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

We dont got our shirts scrunched

A twenty somethin cup

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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