This is a song about "I the b"

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red