This is a song about "Cap the bitch"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

To better me, you're still a guinness, weak to hennessy off the cap, #come

You ain't gon find that

And he'll touch your knee cap

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track