This is a song about "Ivan b sweaters"

Looking at your money

I don't need no props b/

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And wear it proud, we roll tight like sweaters

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Whip, plane, motions own

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

First name dizzy last name b

But we should be body to body

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

A rational b j given by your raps

U about to get murdered b

Look, i'm still talking to you baby