This is a song about "Cowboy hat"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Faculty tripping come later to get your hat back

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

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