This is a song about "Wearing my beanie"

Don't want to be the king

To she what im wearing

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Like chameleon, i adapt by wearing a disguise

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

While wearing blindfolds /i'll slice throats