This is a song about "Slapping caps back"

Slapping cuz i'm hot and your caught in knot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

How they slapping hoes like ike turner

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And not just the shit about busting caps

So as we melt the polar caps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I can only make you lose your caps

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

If you ever feel alone and

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,