This is a song about "Her beauty"

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

I suggest you stay away from the factory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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