This is a song about "Lo"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

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

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Mira qué bonito lo,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Lost my nigga over nothing though