This is a song about "B slapper"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

I don't need no props b/

Plottin' don’t even worry

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov