This is a song about "Hard hat"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

A green bill on a yellow hat, soon worth three mil how bout that?

Back to my abandoned ship wearing the captains hat,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack