This is a song about "How pretty i am"

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

But they sold jello in the paint

So i eye a thick pretty waist