This is a song about "Sweet and low"

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Ill keep it short and sweet

I said i got my ass beat

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

And i found my sweet escape when i was alone with you

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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