This is a song about "Ivan b sweaters"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

I just light up and focus

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

A rational b j given by your raps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Third ward general, young cash money

Rap is music with real substance b