This is a song about "Beauty"

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Your attention is more than heaven it is beauty from god