This is a song about "Lil b"

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

They say nothings ever free

Da real queen spellin b

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

U about to get murdered b

Lets come up to my city

Walk that body, talk that body

My name is razor b