This is a song about "Pretty kids"

A thug niggas in tha house

You cover your pretty mouth

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Pretty virgin, she's tempting to the pharisees/

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Why are the little kids having little kids

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Man i'm getting pretty tired

Girl, i put in that work

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters