This is a song about "Beauty"

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

She can be my sleeping beauty

Ya beauty divine, ironic cause that dont even match whats inside

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

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

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

Let me rideuntil i get free

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Snow white the beauty, i'm the beast,