This is a song about "Someone is ugly"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,

Out life by someone who you is certain is always wrong?

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Here i come ,rap is gettin ugly so game to give it a facelift

Telling themselves they ugly

Than the muse of a family

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And all i pray is someone know what i mean,