This is a song about "Beauty"

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

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

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time