This is a song about "Sweet 16"

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

I'm that poetic diabetic i spit sweet try an get it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

So if you wanna leave

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens

You told me god was the answer

Smokin sweet and sour

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

My team getting digits

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

You know what i'm saying

It's not that sweet tasting