This is a song about "I the b"

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Let me rideuntil i get free

B-lo's got the back of me

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody