This is a song about "B slapper"

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

I swear they think i'm crazy

I don't need no props b/

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

And niggas flashing crazy

"could of cost your life b"

And now that i’m getting money

Da real queen spellin b