This is a song about "Be po"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I'll be who i want to be i'll be who i need to be

I'm gonna be qualified to be known worldwide.

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

So while the world goes drake crazy

What a solution could be,

Telling you what i'm finnah be,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Exhale the best lyricist to be

Where i from, it get cold

My eyes do be low, two be rolled

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I come right 'round they'll be

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

A pasttime hobby about to be