This is a song about "Cane"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Don't want cane if i'm not gonna dance and sing

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I rather give you my last to see you live again

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I put aside my cane and i'm flirting with her

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer