This is a song about "Chaddy b"

Knowing you can no longer party

First name dizzy last name b

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

After every show, a dream she hold

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

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

U about to get murdered b

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Wanna see you work your body

Da real queen spellin b

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

I don't need no props b/

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

A working genius, a work of art

Must protect lil b at all cost