This is a song about "Ma sweety"

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Live off my lie and my lullaby

And actin like a sweety pie

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Used to call me the african don dada

Always knew where the pot was

Stage name became ma focus

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower