This is a song about "Cant"

You know big-breast girls

Cant see me or my snipers

Well, that's what you are

Cant stand your whore daughter

Trying to catch me riding dirty

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

I know some rn's that still strip

Cant even make a profit

600 benz, house six hundred grand

But hes dead so you cant

I’ll never use a rubber

Why cant i be popular

Associating light skin with classy

Whips they cant afford to carry

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

So competition cant touch