This is a song about "B to the r"

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I just want somebody i can see

U know u r a bitch then why to be sorry

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

You know that love is a very serious thing

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey