This is a song about "Hats"

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Cuz their all on my balls...no wander i don't know such thing as a loss.

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

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money