This is a song about "Cane"

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

People be angry cause them motherfuckers aint us,smoking cane blunts,

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

They've influenced me to make a point, like a kid with the end of a candy cane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one