This is a song about "Beautiful cry"

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

See you tomorrow beautiful

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Every beautiful women at my waist

And now we high

And they still make me cry,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Didn't mean to make you cry

Becuase these sweet lies are even more beautiful

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

Knowing that i need you

A beautiful one that too