This is a song about "Cane"

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

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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

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

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

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

I chill now...cop a little ice later

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again