This is a song about "Beauty love"

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Or something that you paid for

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see