This is a song about "Off the menu hat"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I tip my hat off to you for that

Code red, which means you go red

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

Over the bridge, i drive off,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Do or die is on the menu

If only i could rap to you

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

I wear a polo hat

See i let my nigga split that

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday