This is a song about "Beauty"

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

But c-can't look up in that mirror

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

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

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry