This is a song about "You can"

It can see you, but can also see me, and everyone you can think o

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

My ambition to blow

So you can thank your hoe…

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Get there - while you can

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Miami nights, ain't another one

Don't fuck around and make it true

// [who can really blame you?]

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

You can run from them you can run with them