This is a song about "Hat s"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

I tip my hat off to you for that

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Angle these beats like a pentagon