This is a song about "B h"

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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