This is a song about "Hat"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

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

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You is not hip then i can not coach her

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter