This is a song about "Jade cane"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

They've influenced me to make a point, like a kid with the end of a candy cane

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

They say that i never cease to amaze