This is a song about "Licorice"

This kid just took my stick of licorice

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

My life is twisted like it's licorice, i got a half hour,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

As my record label nitpicks at this

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

Like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different