This is a song about "Ericka cane"

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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