This is a song about "Cage dancers"

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

I'm just trapped in this killah cage

While my pen caresses within it's cage

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Get off this stage,i must put you in this cage

When i pull up in that candy range

Like a bird without a cage

And i doubt that ever change

I'm refinishing with no dancers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change