This is a song about "Captain bacard"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

And i can get em all without lots of effort

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Hoes row got beans in them

In the rap game, im the captain.

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

(well yeah) jump like an assassin, you're your own, now kill captain!/