This is a song about "Beauty"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Your attention is more than heaven it is beauty from god

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure