This is a song about "My sweetie"

If i don't make that man there dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

I think you got an infection sweetie, don't touch me my sweet cookie!

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I know ya just after my cheddar sweetie

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see