This is a song about "Ma sweety"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Is written in our souls, africa

Isabella, ma bella

I try to tell them i'm one of the

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Stage name became ma focus

Fitting ya without ma gang

Weed i can't pronounce man

I'mma catch you next time around

Laying it down playing ma sound