This is a song about "Cannot rap"

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

A cannot deal with the stress

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Tell em i cannot complain

Grown men in this game

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

I can tell you that this tape

Tell em i cannot complain

Love turns into pain

Yeah this new town cannot make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Throwin' out the shit that you cannot disrupt.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Eternal power by god cannot be posses