This is a song about "Ivan b sweaters"

B-lo's got the back of me

C’mon and let’s chill baby

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

That he dont even own

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Must protect lil b at all cost

I'd done stacked many

Da real queen spellin b

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed