This is a song about "Hat films"

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

From just watching the films feeling pleasure weopans of seduction

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Pull his hat off hijack his sled