This is a song about "Pretty words"

With the pretty little lady

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

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

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Way pretty on the outside

But there's nothing else inside