This is a song about "Caps"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I could be busting caps instead, go celebrate!

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Tongue's packed with some lyrics that'll shoot off caps

We getting money, you can face the facts

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

That was mine, now it's time, you'll get locked in caps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And not just the shit about busting caps