This is a song about "Lo"

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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

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

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

This shit ain't nothing new though

Mira qué bonito lo,

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo