This is a song about "Raising canes"

Raising a kid on your own

Blackberry and t phone

Throw meat into the air i'm raising the steaks,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Hodgy beats is like limp balm

Raising mutants on a farm.

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Debating taking, raising these feelings i'm currently faking.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

While scheming on hits

Raising my fingers to critics

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

We gotta get back to what really matters