This is a song about "Sweet bitc"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

So take your sweet time as you retaliate

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

From the back seat, back seat

Ill keep it short and sweet

Bitch i'm all you need

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep