This is a song about "Swaging the hat"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I tip my hat off to you for that

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

A green bill on a yellow hat, soon worth three mil how bout that?

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter