This is a song about "Sentimental"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

Never wrong at any level

To keep it sentimental

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Now we sentimental souls were severed, never could go together

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Sentimental beauties acting bad

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm sentimental, dick made from led because i'm chomping pencils,