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

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

So dunn stay silent

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

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