This is a song about "Sweet and low"

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

And stop these gunfights, be peaceful, don't be low

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

I say 'fuck it then, that's sweet' and you weep.

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.