This is a song about "Cosmic cowboy hats"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

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

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

When you realize i'm better at this rhetoric, not even expecting applause.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks