This is a song about "Candy cru"

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

Holding a candy or knife that decides their lives that's right they get to

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, i'm chilling

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring