This is a song about "Hepatitis b"

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

A rational b j given by your raps

I don't need no props b/

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

When they showed up at your door at christmas

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

African queen got what you need

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday