This is a song about "I love my b"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

"i love you!" it was my biggest blunder

I got something you've been waiting for

My first lyrics were a b plus,

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

She need now, she ain't never needed love

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Rocket my name i know you love it

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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

Now that am no longer b i g

Who trill as me, roll two of tree