This is a song about "American beauty"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

And all women who had light features, see

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth