This is a song about "Caine"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “caine get up"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

'caine laced by straight-faced, niggas who abuse it,

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

I laced the base with 'caine straight-faced, then i tackled him,