This is a song about "Sexual candy"

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Lollipop from a candy shop,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Got that new crib in candy lane

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

As i light one for ill will

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.