This is a song about "Beauty and intellect"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

I need a backyard full court size

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

My intellect wasn't diagnosed to scale

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Spray ya cap away to blasts and spin 'em with my intellect,

Start forgetting, beauty fades, you can't explain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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