This is a song about "Bottle caps"

And not just the shit about busting caps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

I can only make you lose your caps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

So as we melt the polar caps

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

That was mine, now it's time, you'll get locked in caps,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Tongue's packed with some lyrics that'll shoot off caps