This is a song about "Hat"

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

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns

Back to my abandoned ship wearing the captains hat,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

If we thinking success is only measured by your money