This is a song about "Beauty"

Guess that means you can never be mine

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

Start forgetting, beauty fades, you can't explain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

Regardless to all them, i appease her