This is a song about "Poppin caps"

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

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

You can see with your fans

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

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

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

600 benz, house six hundred grand

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I can only make you lose your caps

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

So as we melt the polar caps

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance