This is a song about "Lo fi"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

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

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

I ain't tryna brag though

Mira qué bonito lo,