This is a song about "Beauty"

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

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

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

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

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

I need a backyard full court size

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

Because your pops wasn't anxious

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy