This is a song about "Cactus"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Together all the timethought it was true love

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Your family tree must be a cactus cause everyone on it is a prick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick