This is a song about "Candy wrappers"

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

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

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes