This is a song about "Hat films"

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Faculty tripping come later to get your hat back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly