This is a song about "Licorice"

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Ticks me off and makes me wanna take some frozen licorice,