SkiBs - Can't Stop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

What's up, what's up
Delay No More

Ayo, let's keep it simple
Gon tell me just what you into
I can spit it off the top or in the booth with a pencil
Yeah I'm feeling like the shit
Ya'll sitting on the shitter man
I'm following my dreams, ya'll can follow me on Twitter
Got a winner in the making, never giving I'm taking
Yeah I'm bout to take em, I'm bout to take it all
I'm bout to ball, coldest one of you bout to par
Always stay four twenty fucking steps ahead of ya'll
Ditch class now I'm bout to write a rap man
You got some friends, introduce em to the Rap Man
People see me in the city they like, "That's him!"
You forgot about me, boy let's bring it back
Like Batman, killing Jokers and killing losers
I'm feeling super, can't see me like Mr. Luther
I always go hard, ya'll would think I'm made of Iron Man
What a Fantastic Four bar spittin' fire man
I got these trees, they be burning like a Green Lanturn
You do Riddler, but I don't need an answer
Girl that's your problem, all you do is Wonder Woman
Kids like Thor, yo he's always got that thunder with him
And fuck them ya'll, I'm bout to be a superhero
Robert De Niro meets Joey Leonetti's bureau
No Euros, again, yeah I always be switchin'
This kid is on the rise, told you that I'm fuckin' different
And everything be clicking, homie that's fucking chill
Yo we gotta have four and a couple hours to kill
We smoking sour for real, we smoke and need a meal
I toke and I rap, give a fuck about a deal
You say these rappers are dope, trust me I've been iller
They say I fucked the rap game, well I meant to kill it
You've gone against a sinner, now you go against the winner
I come alive in the night, me and Ben Stiller
We getting stoned, blowing it by the O
Now that's a night at the museum, homie welcome to the show
Yo, I've gotta go
Yo, we've gotta go
Cuz that shit we smoking bomb, I'm hoping it don't explode
With my little eye homie, I spy pot
Before I break your fucking dreams with this drive I've got
Ayo it's musical chairs, I ain't even find my spot
But Imma take away your seat with these rhymes I've got
I've been working all night while they thought that I was restin'
They wake up and then there ain't no question
I walk into the party boy, I'm feeling so restless
And first thing I see is three of my ex's
I say tic-tac-toe, tic-tac-toe, talking like bout punch lines like bitch that's dope
See ya'll don't understand, I got a fucking plan
Shooting for the top and I ain't even got a gun in hand
Ya I be running man, tryna make a hundred grand
Flight just started bout to get it while you fucking land
I create what I was destined to make
Ayo it's Skibs the fucking kid, I'm death to the hate
Little kid, I'm just taking a piss
And ya'll just trying to diss and I'm just taking a miss
If ya'll don't get what you are to me, that makes you a bitch
The rest of you played it safe and I'm just taking a risk

Skibs
Uh, uh, can't stop
Uh, uh, can't stop
Bitch