This is a song about "You cant er"

You cant handle me in person,

There's nothin' like where i come from

Unlike glass, you cant shatter us

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Rack, rack city shit

You cant even see it

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

When you cant even cock one

Then some lady named billie holiday

I am not the fake that you see er day

And er body else is speeding

But he don't rule a thing

You cant even say anything

The time is now, on everything

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

Said ah 757 i gotta be represent er’