This is a song about "Jake cap"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

At your cap like masks are on, axes like we're aztecs,

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Underestimate and it'll make your motherfucking cap blow,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And when it come to the cash

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that