This is a song about "Shirts"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

So dunn stay silent

We dont got our shirts scrunched

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

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,