This is a song about "Sweet 16"

The revolution will proceed

Ill keep it short and sweet

Either way i'm trapped in a hell that celebrates my sweet decay

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

I only got four minutes

I flow sweet like honey in your tummy im funny and hungry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one