This is a song about "Lo n moe"

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Hoes row got beans in them

Sure he died in 96 n

Pretending to be awake 'n

We have nothing in common