This is a song about "Dio cane"

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

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

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

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing