This is a song about "Bottle caps"

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Show respect to your elders and police, take off your caps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I'll never call you bitch again

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

But by now, im on face book crying with all caps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle