This is a song about "Dio cane"

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened