This is a song about "Sentence"

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Sentence after sentence is what it is

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

They know that they get unfair trials for a sentence,

Till the sentence is a essence,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Even if she knew you were wrong, she'd let you complete the sentence.