This is a song about "Double b"

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

U about to get murdered b

But make sure if they do see

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

Fuck that now trying get the money

Rap is music with real substance b

Cause some of you bitches funny

I don't need no props b/

I look to double my assets,

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money