This is a song about "Bottle caps"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

That we can't forget the past

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

Now loose the caps and make your mind distorted in a snap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Caps half full mine always filled with battle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps