This is a song about "You can t"

They take a loss man

Get there - while you can

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

You can do what you want

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch