This is a song about "Pretty ms"

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Man i'm getting pretty tired

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You know...you know who you are

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech