This is a song about "Citygang hat"

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Faculty tripping come later to get your hat back

So cold you need to wear a hat and gloves when you blast it up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick