This is a song about "Lo"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,