This is a song about "Candy"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Hello chubsy wubsy, if i were candy, you'd love me

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Eat 'em like halloween candy when i lay down and relax

Hes squishing it in his hands, wishing that pill was candy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

With such an ugly picture in it and

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free