This is a song about "B things"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Rap is music with real substance b

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My name is razor b

I'd done stacked many

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Spitting things inefficiently?

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Where you belong with your family

Mama made her pretty

Da real queen spellin b

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep