This is a song about "Hey sweet thang"

You gotta let these shits go, man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Sign on my dick that say

And it is not ok, but hey,

You think you put in work? that's sweet

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

So part of the plan

Right car with the wrong thang

Gang-bangin', thang hangin', introduced crack so they bang bang,

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

How i think about you every day

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Bitch i'm all you need

Her voice was soft and sweet,