This is a song about "Your pretty"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Have fun with your pretty petty know no equal

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

So i eye a thick pretty waist

But they sold jello in the paint

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Ive got it pretty hard

They don't hear my bark

Too bad i'm pretty great,

I can tell you that this tape

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

That pretty smile on your face, that's never fading

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

But is you trynna be dinner