This is a song about "Pretty gils"

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

You cover your pretty mouth

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Ive got it pretty hard

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Way pretty on the outside

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

But pretty soon they'll understand

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand