This is a song about "Pretty blonde"

Your man wale in his own damn lane

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

You cover your pretty mouth

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

But pretty soon they'll understand

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Way pretty on the outside

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Got one, got two, three, four girls

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse