This is a song about "Hat films"

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Faculty tripping come later to get your hat back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony