This is a song about "Made me a beautiful"

And it’s beautiful music made by our poetic flows,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

They all see my life from a childish position

I made a call, they told me to check myself in

A metaphor, for the insecure

You're beautiful yet i made you suffer

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

A beautiful life so serene/ at seventeen/

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Puzzles me how she got so much, and made such a mess/

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Has made me a little fuckin crazy