This is a song about "Jade cane"

Acting like you real or something

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water