This is a song about "Chaddy b"

My lady, my baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

A rational b j given by your raps

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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

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

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

Rap is music with real substance b

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

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street