This is a song about "Cap amp amp amp"

Spray ya cap away to blasts and spin 'em with my intellect,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Better put your head down like a stocking cap,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Stand on this stage wearing a light blue cap

I'm from the number one place on the map