This is a song about "Little b"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Hope all over again, we can start

Must protect lil b at all cost

U about to get murdered b

It's no longer a new jack city

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Must be something you want me to see

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

Let me rideuntil i get free