This is a song about "Candy rain ass cracker"

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

On they twitter writing novels, see

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In a sip of the liquid i tipped a pill, not candy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I'll created thunder on your rain,

I'm just a cracker. a white ass emcee

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly