This is a song about "Lo"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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