This is a song about "Goodnight beautiful"

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Beautiful sky ogopogo mythology lie

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

So im gonna end it here and say goodnight, and hopefully next time you'll put up a fight.

I’m first class on my trip trip

...i make beautiful music,

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Your beautiful during class

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

And then along came the wrong man for her

Little more weed, first class seats

So goodnight and sweet dreams