This is a song about "Beauty"

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

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Start forgetting, beauty fades, you can't explain

Huh, got to get better with time

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Shag a beauty she loves me shell be my queen make this our story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She can be my sleeping beauty

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

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