This is a song about "Pretty sick"

This rap was pretty shit,

I know what you do with that

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

You cover your pretty mouth

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

For talking all that shit damn i'm pretty sick,

Don't worry just done get inside

Way pretty on the outside