This is a song about "A pretty boy"

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Thats the life when your just a boy

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

So i eye a thick pretty waist