This is a song about "Hats"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

This terrorist bitch gave me up/ i was to much to handle , cause

A #snapshot, them #crazy #bullet #flashes, #hashtag your chest top, gats blast your hats' off

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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