This is a song about "She pretty"

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Disrespecting me is pretty motherfucking foolish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

We both grown and i dont care

So pretty much are you still their

In 2 to 6 hours

You cover your pretty mouth

She wanted to fight at first

Man i'm getting pretty tired

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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