Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent
Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk
I put aside my cane and i'm flirting with her
Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer
Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner
And this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
They've influenced me to make a point, like a kid with the end of a candy cane
Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy
And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy
Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain
See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Hes squishing it in his hands, wishing that pill was candy
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