This is a song about "Anatomic b"

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

I don't need no props b/

Hey, must be the money

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

U about to get murdered b

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy