This is a song about "Pretty little thing"

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I put some cash in ya pocket

This rap was pretty shit,

That's how we make it right

Way pretty on the outside

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a little cheat

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black