This is a song about "Buckte hats"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss