This is a song about "Beauty"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

#pg-13, rhymes are a #beast, looking at #beauty,

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

You reflect in this heart of mine

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

She can be my sleeping beauty