This is a song about "Pretty people"

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

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

But pretty soon they'll understand

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

So pretty much are you still their

Let me hear that beat, air

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters