This is a song about "Cap n crunch"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?