This is a song about "Cap and gown"

Come there, if you were in a gown.

I drive that all around

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Better put your head down like a stocking cap,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

From the projects to the penthouse