This is a song about "Lo fi"

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

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