This is a song about "Hep b"

Emcee m b, remember the name.

I ain't interested in fame

Where you belong with your family

U about to get murdered b

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

The revolution will proceed

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I don't need no props b/

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

A rational b j given by your raps

Must protect lil b at all cost

Hope all over again, we can start

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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