This is a song about "Hat"

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Back to my abandoned ship wearing the captains hat,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long