This is a song about "Wear my hat"

When you took my hand up so calm

Rolling with my yankees hat on

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

I'm just a newbie loosely pullin' lyrics like rabbits in a hat

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So cold you need to wear a hat and gloves when you blast it up