This is a song about "Doe b"

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

And losin all his money

Call me whatever joe

Got so much fucking doe/

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

1000 dollar jeans flow

When we break down the doe

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Doe about now as i assume

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

"could of cost your life b"

They gotta point em out baby

Da real queen spellin b

Mama made her pretty