This is a song about "My pretty nigga"

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Educate yourselves, of africa

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,