This is a song about "Losin candy"

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Gettin loc, faded high, losin all awareness

Eat 'em like halloween candy when i lay down and relax

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Than the muse of a family

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Losin sleep and appetites, i dont even have opponents

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

But when it comes down to winnin' or losin'

The world should turn as soon as my records spin