This is a song about "Ida b wells"

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

You a lady boss, now you fly free

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

U about to get murdered b

She going to borrow some money

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

A rational b j given by your raps