This is a song about "Beauty"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

Promise me you won't step out of line

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see