God she’s gorgeous. That girl with the flowing tresses, coke bottle figure and flawlessly painted face. She’s surrounded by women who can’t look away and men who don’t want to miss a glimpse. She’s the Kim Kardashian of the room. I’m pretty, but not quite like her.
More importantly, she fits the prototype of the kind of girl rappers seek as arm candy. She’s the girl whose life will probably be cushioned by lavish living because of her high cheek bones, curvy silhouette and racially ambiguous tan.