This is a song about "Hat films"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

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

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

She michael jackson bad

I wear a polo hat

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I tip my hat off to you for that

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee