This is a song about "Beauty"

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

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

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

We can't afford the property taxes

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

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

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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