This is a song about "I the b"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

We might be back in this baby

I don't need no props b/

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

See, b- there used to days i couldn't grind it,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b