This is a song about "Candy land"

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Going to the southern land

The faker they shakin' my hand

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Bitches love that shit more than candy