This is a song about "I b"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Rap is music with real substance b

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

"could of cost your life b"

Looking at your money

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

Fuck that now trying get the money

Now that am no longer b i g

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Even though i only got a b last quarter