This is a song about "Lo"

Mira qué bonito lo,

Like curses on the radio

Come see real niggas on my team

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

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

You can search but you'll never find

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner