This is a song about "Drippy b"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

I don't need no props b/

A rational b j given by your raps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

And its simple as that baby

Da real queen spellin b

To them it's just a story

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

U about to get murdered b

On they twitter writing novels, see

Rap is music with real substance b

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy