This is a song about "Pretty gils"

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Man i'm getting pretty tired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Disrespecting me is pretty motherfucking foolish

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Pretty happy with where i live

Sky high, iced out paradise

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

With the pretty little lady

Hail mary nigga, run quick see