This is a song about "I feel pretty"

I bet pretty soon you'll spend it all and then be nameless.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

The struggle is real

You've seen the way i feel

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

What a blooper, so ironic coz i lie pretty much every day

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly