This is a song about "Beauty"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

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

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

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

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