This is a song about "Caps"

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

Show respect to your elders and police, take off your caps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

But you never come when you period is five days

I hear caps, why you yell your just gonna fall anyways.

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

Now loose the caps and make your mind distorted in a snap

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag