This is a song about "Got to get tat"

So chase the air hide your stash

I get it, you got cash,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

The blood in his veins made him stick to a blue tat

Luxury life, results living bad

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But no, i got to get the dough to flow like weak minds,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats