This is a song about "Sweet life"

Malcolm x, by any means

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

The super beast with a suited suite it's stupid sweet

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Ill keep it short and sweet

Indubitably i'm too street

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street