This is a song about "Pretty much"

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

It's no longer a new jack city

Disrespecting me is pretty motherfucking foolish

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Where would i be without my dogs

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

I've become immune to you no name haters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You cover your pretty mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house