This is a song about "Beauty"

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

She can be my sleeping beauty

But five years from now i bet she see

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

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

Seeing your beauty in person, i'd give anything to be able to do that.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

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

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