King Von - Can’t Relate [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(Will-A-Fool)

[Chorus]
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate (Huh?)
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down (Nah, nah), bet you can't relate
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

[Verse 1]
Back then, it was crackin' and I had a MAC-10
No lacking, pistol-packing, I got this black skin (What?)
If he acting then we reacting and knocking off Brims (Boom, boom)
I got some action, I get my black mask and get my black Timbs
They asking questions, I’m acting clueless, don't know what happened
They know it's King Von, shorty the smoothest, but, he a savage
Had too much baggage, that's why my last bitch, I had to trash her
Old bitch nigga only flashy up in a casket (Ho ass)

[Chorus]
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate (Nah, nah)
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate

[Verse 2]
It's bussin' and I see them coming, they up to something
No running, I keep me something, I get to dumping
Now if I slump him and then I slump him and then I slump him
Now my house haunted with all these demons, that this shit come with
And when my homie shot in the stomach, it hurt my stomach
No matter how long the beef it cooking, bitch, I still want it
And all these diamonds, they dripping on me, still, I feel lonely
James Johnson, Jerome Howard, and Odee Perry (Gang, gang)

[Chorus]
No bond, I was on the run, bet you can't relate
Toting guns, shooting shit for fun, bet you can't relate
Locked up, couldn't see my son, I bet you can't relate
Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones, I bet you can't relate
That nigga told, he ain't hold it down, bet you can't relate
He broke the code, don't come back around, bet you can't relate
Only time he tough when he up in the crowd, I bet you can't relate
You did that before but what you gon' do now? I bet you can't relate