This is a song about "Beauty"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Get high together, left ny together

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake