This is a song about "Your beuatiful"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,