This is a song about "Saltwater taffy"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

My rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

I don't really give a fuck

Tuck your knife its yo last up

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names