This is a song about "Cant"

Nothing can be cant you see

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Two white cups and i got that drank

But hes dead so you cant

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Cant even make a profit

Your best sentence was doing your bid

And it cant be overstated

Don't mean i cant be unkind

I got a lot on my mind

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

Going broke, no sir

Cant stand your whore daughter

Somthing that i just cant dealing

Now this is what i call an evening