This is a song about "Cap amp amp amp amp"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

At your cap like masks are on, axes like we're aztecs,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

I'm all about the art of rap/ i'll knock off your starter cap

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed