This is a song about "Cap the bitch"

It's all good, finna dog that

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

I broke mama heart with no college

Its me madi the little white bitch

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Come sever the track bitch

For talking shit about the bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage