This is a song about "Sweet chane"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I do the right thing

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Ill keep it short and sweet

This is the concrete

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

We can't catch the beat

Indubitably i'm too street

Baby your nothing but sweet,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet