This is a song about "B money"

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Knowing you can no longer party

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

I just want somebody i can see

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

"could of cost your life b"

I don't need no props b/

Took my heart away from money