This is a song about "B nasty"

I don't need no props b/

Cause you love me, call me daddy

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Got me quite open for a while

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

U about to get murdered b

Chillin' with homies and family

Da real queen spellin b

Took my heart away from money