This is a song about "Ericka cane"

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

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

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

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

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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