This is a song about "Beauty girl"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Shag a beauty she loves me shell be my queen make this our story

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Looks are exalted; just don't let your beauty fall.

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Ya beauty divine, ironic cause that dont even match whats inside