This is a song about "My beauty"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

#pg-13, rhymes are a #beast, looking at #beauty,

And all women who had light features, see

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Start forgetting, beauty fades, you can't explain

Blinded by beauty, films, and thick asses,

Let's have a toast for this new love