This is a song about "Cant explaint"

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I want to change but i cant

That's why i shine like i does

Parkside productions you cant diss this

You be on that stalker shit

Cant even make a profit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,

Don't mean i cant be unkind

Cause i’m back on my grind

So competition cant touch

When my competition ain't much

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

You cant stop it,you cant withstand the damage