This is a song about "Beauty"

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Seeing your beauty in person, i'd give anything to be able to do that.

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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