This is a song about "Hilltop hood vs b n e"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But i'm better than u n dnt wanna b the same as u i fukn hate u

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

They say nothings ever free

I don't need no props b/

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

"could of cost your life b"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

An allegory without the e

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

Wanna see you work your body