This is a song about "Pretty on fleek"

A life where we don't need no welfare

So pretty much are you still their

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

That pretty smile on your face, that's never fading

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Miami nights, made a couple grand

But pretty soon they'll understand

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Pretty virgin, she's tempting to the pharisees/