This is a song about "Curves"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

She says the best words and shes got the perfect curves

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Woman kinda like baseball, i'm always watchin they curves

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Enter first perv. swerve around the curves, turn,