This is a song about "Chloe b"

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Rap is music with real substance b

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

A military mind mean money

Haha lots of hate, chloe

But five years from now i bet she see

African queen got what you need

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

"could of cost your life b"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I don't need no props b/

Took my heart away from money