This is a song about "B reel"

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

Just like this rhyme put me on the reel

Tryin' do right by you got me here

I live my life in tha fast lane

Emcee m b, remember the name.

U about to get murdered b

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Cause you love me, call me daddy

I don't need no props b/

Rap is music with real substance b

It was just another party

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

B-lo's got the back of me