This is a song about "Do the cap"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

I was twelve when the gunned you

What the fuck do i do

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

Nor all the things you do.

And word i blew off herb i grew