This is a song about "Beauty"

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,

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She can be my sleeping beauty

Shag a beauty she loves me shell be my queen make this our story

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