This is a song about "Cane"

Are you comingto the point that your running

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

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane