This is a song about "Pretty words"

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Man i'm getting pretty tired

The wrong drink, the right work

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine