This is a song about "Ma sweety"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Ma family aint proud of me

Laying it down playing ma sound

The fourth one, i like to kick around

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

She turned me into a sweety who before used to be a lucifer.

Fitting ya without ma gang

She ain't got a man

Blow trees like a hurricane

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence