This is a song about "Beauty"

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Your attention is more than heaven it is beauty from god

She don't really care about anyone advice

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis