This is a song about "Pretty me"

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

From the womb, my newborn child

Way pretty on the outside

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

The only time i flirt with her

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

So i eye a thick pretty waist

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

You cover your pretty mouth

Start beef bigger then your spouse