This is a song about "Sweet escape"

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

There was only one place that i could ever go escape

Ill keep it short and sweet

More money that mean less sleep

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Shit with our whole family

Or something that you paid for

Smokin sweet and sour

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Her voice was soft and sweet,