This is a song about "Popn caps"

And not just the shit about busting caps

From an african american stance

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Finish fast a biggish blast will knock their fitted caps over

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Tongue's packed with some lyrics that'll shoot off caps

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

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

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap