This is a song about "Cane corso"

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring