This is a song about "B to the r"

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

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

L y r i to the c

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I think both of us r stuck together like the sky n the color blue/

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Shout out to aberdeen 1415 north b street

I’m way harder than the concrete

And i got that drive and she just might crash

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

She going to borrow some money

U about to get murdered b

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

This freestyle ain't for the weak, strictly r rated