This is a song about "Rock bottom caps"

I can only make you lose your caps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

I just wanna go to the slum

Then the next we brush rock bottom

And not just the shit about busting caps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

So as we melt the polar caps