This is a song about "How pretty is am"

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Because that's how dope i'm really am

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

If they find that stash box just one time

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Society is pretty blind to what the fuck is reality

Everybody watching while you touching real money

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Disrespecting me is pretty motherfucking foolish