This is a song about "I know how to cap"

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

That's the way i know how to hold you down

I just wanna be higher than that

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

Can't win with a passive attack

I don't know how to make songs like that

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

When i was told i didn't know how to reply

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly