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.

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Now we sentimental souls were severed, never could go together

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Lady at the frank stand will

To keep it sentimental

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

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Sentimental beauties acting bad