This is a song about "Hats"

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,