This is a song about "Chrissy b"

First name dizzy last name b

You see now that nigga lonely

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I don't need no props b/

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Must protect lil b at all cost

Emcee m b, remember the name.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain