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,

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Mira qué bonito lo,

What's the deal with the nets though