This is a song about "Hey sweet thang"

The revolution will proceed

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Just to let you know, you are

Smokin sweet and sour

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens

Malcolm x, by any means