This is a song about "Aaron hat ey"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony