This is a song about "Cant do anything"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

We can do anything we want it's fucking surreal

You cant even say anything

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Baby i love you id do anything for you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Oh wait i cant do that

Yo, i'll bet she be back

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

He can do anything, apart adapting,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

That he didnt do anything in the first place