This is a song about "B chainz"

All i want is you baby

I don't need no props b/

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I dare you, come at me b

Please boo what's your size crazy

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Queen b would have you servin tea/