This is a song about "My hats"

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

And it weighs a ton

Grab my knife and my gun

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt