This is a song about "Little old hat"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I tip my hat off to you for that

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

But i apologize for not walking you around

Into a little girls mentality/ i was 9 years old taking in constant

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns