This is a song about "Cane"

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

I wish i’ll never see you again

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

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

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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