This is a song about "My hat"

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

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

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me