This is a song about "Cap n crunch"

My mama smoked so god damn much

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Better put your head down like a stocking cap,

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

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

And he'll touch your knee cap

It ain't like that

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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