This is a song about "Beauty"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

She can be my sleeping beauty

What them tippers don't see

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty