This is a song about "Popn caps"

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

We can talk things over a little a while

That was mine, now it's time, you'll get locked in caps,

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

And not just the shit about busting caps

Know it good when she go no hands

But by now, im on face book crying with all caps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

These niggas is locked in caps like keyboards, need to bust a,

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that