This is a song about "Hats"

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

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

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