This is a song about "B utts"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Rap is music with real substance b

So gon' and be my dealer baby

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

A rational b j given by your raps

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Imma take over new b

Plottin' don’t even worry