This is a song about "Beauty"

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

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

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Run for cover and return fire

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

She never ready to go so she forever come

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

Shag a beauty she loves me shell be my queen make this our story

Looks are exalted; just don't let your beauty fall.

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake