This is a song about "Beautiful women"

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

We hustle to survive

And the beautiful skies.

I got the kind of face that all kinds of beautiful women adore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

So now she picks up the gun

Looking at these women

I don't need fallen women

Tryna find the one

With beautiful music, just like him.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

A beautiful one that too

The boa know they loving the crew