This is a song about "B reel"

Rap is music with real substance b

They say i talk like im god body

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

A rational b j given by your raps

Da real queen spellin b

Summertime in the city

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

"could of cost your life b"

Bitch, i might make you my baby