This is a song about "B"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,

Emcee m b, remember the name.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Walk that body, talk that body

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Rap is music with real substance b

And all women who had light features, see

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

A rational b j given by your raps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands