This is a song about "Jays hat"

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Back to my abandoned ship wearing the captains hat,

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

All niggas do is betray, switchup on you like i switch my jays

Bow down, and give you my hat cause i'm nice like that

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain