This is a song about "Beauty"

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

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

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

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

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

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty