This is a song about "Buckte hats"

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

A #snapshot, them #crazy #bullet #flashes, #hashtag your chest top, gats blast your hats' off

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance