This is a song about "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

I think i got a tear in my eye, i feel like the king of

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Is paralyzed//one eye on your bitch the other eye on the prize//the fucking

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one