This is a song about "My beatiful"

Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls

Better yet they work my every nerve

My words are my rhythm

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

These my rhymes and my story

But five years from now i bet she see

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/