This is a song about "Pretty hurts"

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Worth..know what hurts? not saluting myself

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

And fuckin crush it into nothin, when you're losin, it hurts

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts