This is a song about "Ugly lewis"

With the ugly kardashian

Then lost her faith again

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its okay she fucking ugly

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

And i got that bait, they all bad

That!but i am ugly and fat,

You ugly fuck,forget beyonce,target duck daisy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We just slapped the ugly rat.

You, you, you have to pay for that

Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Haven't slept for days

On yo ugly ass face