This is a song about "B"

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Queen b would have you servin tea/

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

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

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

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

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free