This is a song about "Ma sweety"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Stage name became ma focus

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Beautiful are thou, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

And reflect on the rap game, i came

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane