This is a song about "Lo fi"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Caged, and the wonder is seen

You somewhere, getting your life in order

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

And all women who had light features, see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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

Mira qué bonito lo,

My niggas is winning though