This is a song about "I m the captain"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I"m the designated driver

I don’t care where ya are

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

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

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

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.