This is a song about "B reel"

Da real queen spellin b

Mama made her pretty

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

I'm just trying to focus

Poker eyes have you hooked an ima begin the reel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Rap is music with real substance b

And now that i’m getting money

And niggas flashing crazy

I dare you, come at me b

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

A rational b j given by your raps

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost