This is a song about "Your beauty"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She can be my sleeping beauty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

Womanizing to say the least

Snow white the beauty, i'm the beast,

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

Just put your hand on the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh