This is a song about "B baller"

I don't need no props b/

Bitch, i might make you my baby

My name is razor b

It ain't hard to make money

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

"could of cost your life b"

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Let me rideuntil i get free

U about to get murdered b

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Because the baller lifestyles were all they showed on tv screens,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans