This is a song about "Bucket hats"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps