This is a song about "Buckte hats"

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

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

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,