This is a song about "Hepatitis b"

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

"could of cost your life b"

Summertime in the city

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

And losin all his money

U about to get murdered b

I’m a hustla, baby

I don't need no props b/

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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