This is a song about "Beauty"

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Once as a slave who imagined being free

#pg-13, rhymes are a #beast, looking at #beauty,