This is a song about "U are pretty"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You are pretty miffed your bitch is pissed your prioritize on a new list you

I'm down for my hood,but who are u?

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

There's no way that u are stopping me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

That scary love, never get married love

Knock u more and more, for your raps are noxious

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

And after all the filthy things that u deserve are done..

I guzzle up at the bar

Thunderstorm while u are

I know u are better than me to rap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack