This is a song about "My hats"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Grab my knife and my gun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one