This is a song about "Licorice"

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

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

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

This kid just took my stick of licorice

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

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

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches