This is a song about "I am pretty you are not"

I've been down feelin like i am clown through are not that good rhymes

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

All the words you hear are pretty damn exclusive.

On the slow jam of love

Why am i not good enough

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

What i gotta do to prove you are loose, and i am tight?

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night