This is a song about "You can"

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I'll tell you baby that we're through

// [who can really blame you?]

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

And i got 'em every day, every day

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Its obvious you can see it,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You can hear me now or

Streets is calling you

But can you get that through,

You can scream and you can cry, just release all that rage,

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Can you see what i see? can you be like me?

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free