This is a song about "Baseball hat"

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

All my other people that dance around

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Back to my abandoned ship wearing the captains hat,

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

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

When love comes callin', don’t love back

I tip my hat off to you for that

Playng baseball with my boy tube

I must go like fly route