[Verse 1: Joseph Cook] She told me I'm a sweeterman But she saying she don't need a man I warn I got sweeter jam And you can Sam's Club Sample me and we can still be friends Come thru to my room You can even roll one up But you know that I ain't smoking none And no matter how the fat a**, that sh** gon' hold up What a rhymer gotta spit to hit it Think I'm fiending not so sweet man I admit it Ima need that schedule place and date and time to get it Think I'm wilding might save up for an island with it We boutta cozy in the tropics Fairy tale we boutta be the lunch table topics Third party gave a five rating boutta the toppy So it's business meeting talking and the topics looking sloppy, oh! TV Censor want it just a lil' sweeter But I'm fiending and the pink walls be holding vita Know that Ima greet em for free while these n***as k**ing visas She bout her rain kisses She be on her Nick Sparks I'm just young and down 1995 Mad wild I'm on my Larry Clark She said that I'm a Sweeterman But she saying she don't need a man I know that she don't mean it then What she really saying is she think that she don't need me man