This is a song about "B utts"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

A rational b j given by your raps

It's obvious i'm crazy

U about to get murdered b

On they twitter writing novels, see

First name dizzy last name b

I don't need no props b/

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i ain't never plan to be famous

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

B-lo's got the back of me

They say nothings ever free