This is a song about "Sweet and low"

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

Now move back over here to the right

Ill keep it short and sweet

Sometimes i think, what i need

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Maybe a couple exten-do's these niggas know and i'm ridin low,

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

I ain't mad at cha

It was just another party

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

And i find my sweet escape when i’m alone with you

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

I'll keep it short and sweet like a rap haiku