This is a song about "Captain americas ass"

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Of real spittin and rappin/ your career about to sink like a ship missin a captain

While i rise take your ass

Gotta make that cash

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

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

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

The captain of a sinking ship with only the alarms in tact

No one-half and i hate math

That are targeted at your ass.