This is a song about "Sweet and low"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Give up, it wont happen, im visious, my rhymes are core and sweet,

Ill keep it short and sweet

Seein' dreams in they sleep

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

The club underwater, have em running out the front

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

I ain't, mad, at cha

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

Not me, i bet you remember the night