This is a song about "Bucket hats"

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

It says he's in the hospital, about to kick the bucket,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

You pull up in parking lots

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Or am i just another crab in the bucket