This is a song about "Cant understand you"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

I got bigger problems baby

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

As consequence, once again with your constant rants, don't you understand,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I dont understand you,

I’m a hustla, baby

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

And now that i’m getting money

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But you gotta understand surely

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them