This is a song about "Dark b"

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

And i can't help but notice

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

I'd done stacked many

"could of cost your life b"

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Imma take over new b

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

A rational b j given by your raps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street