[Intro]
Aye, aye (Yeah)
Thugger, real talk, real spit
I'm tired of this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tired of these fuck n***as and these bitches, slatt
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ricky Racks (Ricky Racks)
Hey! Aye

[Part 1: Can't Understand]

[Verse 1]
I done kept it real with the fake
I done did my thing, fuck who hating
I can't take my kids on a date (I can't take my kids)
Baby mama hating who I date (she tripping)
Baby mama hate who I can't hate (tripping)
They mad cause my pockets ain't on pancake (Hah!)
If they had the ups, they'll off my toupee (Woah)
Even if I spent racks on their due dates (I swear)
I can't understand these bitches (I can't understand)
I can't understand these n***as (I can't understand these)
I can't understand why they trippin'
And they stacking all they money while I'm spending (Blatt)
I done spent a 100,000 tickets (A hunna spent)
I had 'em sleeping good while I hit licks (I had 'em sleeping)
They looked they best while I looked stressed, aye (Swea swea)
They looking healthy, I'm looking messy (Gettin' all'um)
I ain't never focused on my self 'bout none
I done put my whole family on my back (Woah)
I ain't trusting none so the wall got my back (Yeah)
Leave a n***a tired, like a hog in a hatch (Aye aye aye)
Go to war 'bout that
N***a mob 'bout that (Mob 'bout that!)
Ain't no understanding
Ain't saying sorry bout that