This is a song about "The pretty face of the girl i like"

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I love to see a pretty girl making ugly faces

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I throw blows right at the face

Just know that i'm always

And what your whip like

In the face of the outside.