This is a song about "Beauty"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

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,

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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