This is a song about "Shirts"

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

We dont got our shirts scrunched

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,

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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