This is a song about "Ashley b"

Da real queen spellin b

They say nothings ever free

A rational b j given by your raps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I don't need no props b/

Bitch, they call it motor city

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she