This is a song about "Bustin a cap"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I'll pop a cap on you ass

Or let the mob handle that

And he'll touch your knee cap

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

In a single cell as i single out bustin another trillion, what's left to be written,

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Got the police bustin' at me/

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that