This is a song about "Lo"

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Mira qué bonito lo,

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

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild