This is a song about "Ida b wells"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

First name dizzy last name b

No more wishing at wells

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Call me west coast wells fargo, because i can go far

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

B-lo's got the back of me

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff