This is a song about "Popn caps"

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

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

I could be busting caps instead, go celebrate!

And that was when i was in the eighth grade