This is a song about "B"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

I don't need no props b/

Looking at your money

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

My nigga, its all love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

U about to get murdered b

"could of cost your life b"

It's obvious i'm crazy