This is a song about "Goodnight b"

My name is razor b

And now that i’m getting money

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

See, and now life seem hard

Must protect lil b at all cost

Imma take over new b

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So give it baby

"could of cost your life b"

And all women who had light features, see

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

I don't need no props b/

Like hoes down in magic city